Trick or Treat

Out at the curb I wait, flashlight in hand;

I smile and watch them venture to the door.

A pirate, ghost, and witch -- my merry band

of children, seeking goodies by the score.

My oldest boy tonight an eye patch donned,

the youngest one cut eye holes in his sheet.

Their sister, with a pointed hat and wand

is leading this excursion to get treats.

The annual tradition did begin

at dusk upon this cold October night;

a smiling face carved into a pumpkin

echoes their young expressions of delight

For jack-o-lantern porches surely mean,

“Welcome children, and Happy Halloween!”

© 2017 - dustygrein